Droppin' Dead
Can't smoke too long I be in my head
I be in my mind
Don't talk enough think she want me dead
Baby I can't read minds
Two Louie V I take to the head
Shordy now I can read minds
I been working but ain't got my bread
They keep saying in due time
Don't fuck with niggas don't fuck with feds
I'd rather do time
Every time I pop I won't lie I'm scared
What if they hurt me this time
Nigga try me more he rocking red
If my main priority ain't loyalty then I'm dropping dead
Ok one, two, three, four, got me hallucinating
Five, six, seven, eight, babygirl the wheel won't straighten
Slowly running up out my patience
Crashing I'm contemplating
Baby my life been moving too fast and I can't stop
Antisocial so you know at every party baby, I'm off the molly baby
I'm on a roll
I got my tollie so I know that you can't harm me baby
But I'm sorry, still some feelings I can't show
Keep them below
Cant smoke too long I be in my head
I be in my mind
Don't talk enough think she want me dead
Baby I can't read minds
Two Louie V I take to the head
Shordy now I can read minds
I been working but ain't got my bread
They keep saying in due time
Don't fuck with niggas don't fuck with feds
I'd rather do time
Every time I pop I won't lie I'm scared
What if they hurt me this time
Nigga try me more he rocking red
If my main priority ain't loyalty then I'm dropping dead
Cant smoke too long I be in my head
Don't talk enough, think she want me dead
Two Louie V I take to the head (Shordy, now I can read)
I been working but ain't got my bread
And you niggas weird
The smoke imma eye it, a nigga want smoke he can try it, he making his bed
I hope that lil nigga prepared
Back it up, back it up, I play with lead
Rack it up, rack it up, I stay ahead
Act it up, act it up, my stomach red
Sack it up, I'm Robert Quinn
He say he got choppers on choppers on choppers, I bet he won't up it he scared
Try me and he seeing a doctor a doctor, somebody check out his head
Look, fucked your bitch she call me her father
She sing high notes no opera
She on my collar, but I cant call her if it ain't bout no dollar
I be in my mind
Don't talk enough think she want me dead
Baby I can't read minds
Two Louie V I take to the head
Shordy now I can read minds
I been working but ain't got my bread
They keep saying in due time
Don't fuck with niggas don't fuck with feds
I'd rather do time
Every time I pop I won't lie I'm scared
What if they hurt me this time
Nigga try me more he rocking red
If my main priority ain't loyalty then I'm dropping dead
Ok one, two, three, four, got me hallucinating
Five, six, seven, eight, babygirl the wheel won't straighten
Slowly running up out my patience
Crashing I'm contemplating
Baby my life been moving too fast and I can't stop
Antisocial so you know at every party baby, I'm off the molly baby
I'm on a roll
I got my tollie so I know that you can't harm me baby
But I'm sorry, still some feelings I can't show
Keep them below
Cant smoke too long I be in my head
I be in my mind
Don't talk enough think she want me dead
Baby I can't read minds
Two Louie V I take to the head
Shordy now I can read minds
I been working but ain't got my bread
They keep saying in due time
Don't fuck with niggas don't fuck with feds
I'd rather do time
Every time I pop I won't lie I'm scared
What if they hurt me this time
Nigga try me more he rocking red
If my main priority ain't loyalty then I'm dropping dead
Cant smoke too long I be in my head
Don't talk enough, think she want me dead
Two Louie V I take to the head (Shordy, now I can read)
I been working but ain't got my bread
And you niggas weird
The smoke imma eye it, a nigga want smoke he can try it, he making his bed
I hope that lil nigga prepared
Back it up, back it up, I play with lead
Rack it up, rack it up, I stay ahead
Act it up, act it up, my stomach red
Sack it up, I'm Robert Quinn
He say he got choppers on choppers on choppers, I bet he won't up it he scared
Try me and he seeing a doctor a doctor, somebody check out his head
Look, fucked your bitch she call me her father
She sing high notes no opera
She on my collar, but I cant call her if it ain't bout no dollar
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Writer(s): Samuel R
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